I’m back in my Paddington hotel now, fresh from a work meeting that has left me with the rarest of corporate travel luxuries: unscheduled time.
There’s something wonderfully liberating about being alone in a foreign country. It’s the only time I can wander into those spots that would otherwise be vetoed by family members who, for reasons beyond my comprehension, don’t find museums featuring historical androgynous depictions of Guanyin fascinating.
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